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Oh No (Letra)
I think i love you
I think i love you
I think i love you
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh oh no
I think i want you
I think i want you
I think i want you
Oh no, oh no, oh oh
No, oh oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no
I think i’ll wreck you
I think i’ll wreck you
I think i’ll break you in two
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh oh no
Oh no, oh no
I think i’ll eat you
I think i’ll eat you
I think i’ll eat you alive
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh oh no
Oh no, oh no …
Oh No (Letra)
[noreaga & pharrell]
Bounce wit me, bounce, bounce, bounce 2x
Yeah yeah 2x
Oh oh no no 2x
What what what 2x
[noreaga]
I bust to the scening cuss to the scening
I admit a little bit i lust for the crideam
Everytime you see me see me biggin up my teaming
On the dream of winning trying to make crideam
Thugged out even when you catch me in the cuisine
My clan mad dirty yall too cliddean (clean)
Hennessey and smirnoff make a nigga middean (mean)
I need two more like i was a fiddean (fiend)
Drinks galore everytime i’m in the citting (city)
0 to 60 didn’t want a sixteening
You see it in my coats or you see it in my jizzeans (jeans)
You can’t tell you should know the way i lizzean (lean)
Water so clear i think i’m in carribbing (carribbean)
Everybody gone like we straight clipping
You better watch out when we start flipping
Seen you fuckin and you know we’re not slipping
[chorus] 2x
Ohh oh no no what what what
Ohh oh no no what what what
[noreaga]
Ayo verse 2 coming with my heineken brew
N o r putting people back in i c u
You ain’t even thiddink that i need a driddink
Hit you up quick before you could even bliddink
Give you a splitting cut you up with the shiddank
Tell your accountant to go and just check the biddank
I damn near broke you and i ain’t even thiddink
I gotta churrda lurrda girls like shabba riddanks
Guaranteed to be there just like fed ex
We write our own rhymes kid you can tell the cliddex
Me and nature stay fuckin with grimlettes
Yo the hood baddest the bitches pussy is the fattest
Smack smack smack smack peep gladys
If you don’t know yo then i don’t know
I’m gonna get me some head right after the show
You can meet me at the room shit 664
[chorus]
Oh oh no no what what what
Oh oh no no what what what
[pharrell] 2x
I told yall flippers all of yall quitters
Don’t be contemplating my figgas
Cuz i hang with go getters straight flow spitters
Crys and mo sippers carry yo niggas
[noreaga]
It’s all goodnud do my songs for the hoodnud
Platinum nigga while yall thangs go woodnud
Yo you try to dis me ya man told you that you shouldnud
I blew over you and i told you that i couldnud
Me and drag pack it neptunes on the wheels
He sneakin in at tables and he’s sneakin in feels
People walkin in my section that i don’t even know
I’m like get lost yo you stay ya ass home
You a frizzeak always see you in the strizzeet
Walkin walkin til you get widdeak
You on the e train 7 train plus the bus
I don’t even like you cuz you can’t be trust
You need to get up out my face ain’t nuttin to discuss
You don’t like me then cool yo i don’t care
But if you get up in my face yo i don’t care
It’s a dirty game and both of us ain’t playin it fair
[chorus] 2x
Oh oh no no what what what
Oh oh no no what what what
[pharrell] 2x
I told yall flippers all of yall quitters
Don’t be contemplating my figgas
Cuz i hang with go getters straight flow spitters
Crys and mo sippers carry yo niggas
Oh No (Letra)
mos def]
Yeah..
One for the treble, two for the bass
Welcome to the great incredible paper chase
Keep your boots laced if you want to keep pace
Oh no
Niggas ain’t scared to hustle
It’s been seven days, the same clothes
Ask them originals cause they know
Mos def, nate dogg, and pharoahe
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose
[mos def]
Say my name, say my name
Observe how i stake my claim, i independently lay it down
And played my game, my own two raise my flame
Cause dick ridin ain’t my thang
I earned what they said i wouldn’t
I got it the way they said i couldn’t
But now i’m gettin it and they whole grill is crooked
Mad cause i’m gettin caked out from my bookings
When y’all was askin permission i just stepped up and took it
What!? the kid’s better buy my rookie card now
Cause after this year the price ain’t comin down
And if you got a joint bubblin then get money now
Cause in a minute, there’s gonna be some real trouble comin out
Just a warnin, as usual some cats wont heed it
The hard headed always gotta feel it to believe it
It’s a shame that jealous gays is too short to see it
But when they face hit the cement, they nod in agreement
We could play nice and decent, or dirty like the 7-1 precinct
Call it a day or make it a long evenin
You keep on schemin, man give me some more reason
To have the women in your mama’s church screamin "lord jesus!"
Harder than y’all cause i’m smarter than y’all
I know that deep down it’s got to be bothering y’all
Pay attention, watch fly gon’ get larger than y’all
Put your pride on the rocks, make you swallow it all
The mathematic problem for y’all, it just get harder to solve
Every day that the saga evolve
The do or die stay rumblin and bumblin hard
And when we move, we ain’t got no discussion at all
East coast on your neck and you ain’t shruggin it off
Try to bullyfoot and end up stumblin off
I’m daddy brooklyn, y’all niggaz are the sons of new york
Gettin spanked when there’s too much trouble to talk
Respect mine
Oh no
Look at who they let in the back door
From long beach to brooklyn they know
We rock from the east to west coast
Queens salute to pharoahe (you know)
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose
Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages
Through stages of wackness, pharoahe’s raps are blazin
And it amazes – me how you claim thug
But go two-ways without skytel pagers
I’m intellectual, pass more essays/ese’s
Than motorcade police parades through east l.a.
More beef then deli’s, thus what i vent is just
What you lust to vent is irrele’
Huh, hallelujah, pharoahe monch’ll do ya
Maintain the same frame of mind – screw ya!
Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, preacher with scriptures
I’m equipped to rip ya, reach ya
Pharoahe and mos is verbal osmosis
Coast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here
Ferocious, the lyrical prognosis
The dosage is leavin you mentally unfocused here
Mc’s just – come on ‘round
You’re the next contestants on "catch-a-beat-down"
Don’t be hesitant, sound cracks the sediment
It’s evident we medicine for your whole town
Sky’s the limit, game’s infinite when i’m in it
All windows is tinted, how you seein me when i’m in it?
Rap, we got it on lock man, stop that
Put that mic back down, boy, drop that
Pharoahe’s flows blows shows like afros
We hate y’all though, that’s why nate dogg goes:
-nate dogg:
Oh no
Niggas ain’t scared to hustle
It’s been seven days, the same clothes
Ask them originals cause they know
Pharoah and mos verbalize most from coast to coast step away from the mic they
Too cold
The funk might fracture your nose
(2x)
Oh no
Look at who they let in the back door
From long beach to brooklyn they know
We rock from the east to west coast
Queens salute to pharoahe (you know)
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose
Oh No (Letra)
[fatal]
1 – (oh no) when at the club, when at the club
When at the club, we get so bumped
We try to tear up some shit
(oh no) when at the club, when at the club
When at the club, we get so bumped
We try to tear up some shit
(oh no) when at the club, when at the club
When at the club, we get so bumped
We try to tear up some shit
(oh no) when at the club, when at the club
When at the club, we get so bumped
We try to tear up some shit
[gangsta boo]
Oh no, you can’t
Misses gangsta boo comin’ atcha
Wit niggas guaranteed to wet your fuckin coochies, watered up
We be the roughest, my team be the buckest, my team be the quickest
Makin’ you say "what the fuck was it?!
Who that be? where she at? we besta get her, yo!"
Triple 6, gangsta boo, why don’t you come & get me ho?!
Bet y’all niggas on the payroll, ready to swat you baby
Slice & dice your ass like some fruit wit a chrome machetti
I hope you ready to see freddy in your fuckin’ dreams
Make believe shit come true, know what i mean nigga?
I’m outta control like a fucked up roller coaster ride
Let me get high, thought you mothafuckas died (nigga)
I be the mindless, shoot bitches, when i flow
I don’t give a fuck ‘cause ya hatin’
What the fuck for?
You do not pay me
Neither do you break me
Hypnotize comin’ for real
We paper chasin’
Repeat 1
[fatal]
(oh no) i’m sick & tired of playin’ wit these fuckin’ hoes
All my life i seen friends turned another fuckin’ foes
If a nigga out to sea, what the fuck you get back?
A group of niggas sellin’ ?dolo? ‘caine
Talkin’ ‘bout how you back
I make the bullets that ? like…
Don’t believe me? test me jack
*brrap, brrrrap brrap brap*
You better be nimble, you better be quick
When this fuckin’ forty click
It’s gonna be cold in your partna’s house
Wit hoes in your doors bitch
Ain’t a killa, ain’t a nigga, by the scrilla
But a hustla, i’m by the struggle
Keepin’ the trouble, kickin’ doors
Guns to brang
Slangin’ ‘caine
In the snow, or in the rain
I’m gon’ maintain
In the street, or on the strip
I’m makin’ grips
Shakin’ dice
The cheese, i flip
I pimp a bitch
Runnin’ combs, on cellular phones
I’m in your home
Put them toes, up in your face
So now it’s on
Repeat 1
Ha, i got ?? flicks
Yes, on the c-b set cassette
Make you deaf, ? ha, if you bitches wanna flex
Catch a neck ? bent
Like some missed up out your chest
>from the ? chest
Many bitches i been sexed
By the lord & this ?
Rock a mic up off stage, if it’s cordless
Yes, love the gangsta way i test
Take three thousand x
I smoke the dope up in my chevy
Hit the head rest
Kill ‘em all, by the three 6 multiplicity, no sympathy
Namin’ startin’ from the c-b-q
Be from this infa-mee
I rip it ?
?ya pretty styles & sympathies go mentally?
Make a believer ??, put it on the show, they called it rippley
So picture the
Sucka who chuckles wit buckles will really catch the knuckles
Cuz hoes will duct tape you with ? you ain’t got the muscle
I leave you stiffened on the curb, make ya head like ??
You don’t want no posse ???
They don’t want it
Fatal put the pump to your stomach
Hittin’ you up wit shots
Give you reasons to run with
The dumbest, ain’t nothin’ these cats get game from
It’s the verbal verdict
It’s venom, i’m dissin’ ‘em by the hundreds
Train gas, tryin’ to seal you in the rep-tain gap
Hussein foul
Put it in that apple
Shit, you playin’ now?
>from memphis to your city
My fo-fo pretty
Lil’ gold from sheezy
Put the ? to your kitty
Fuck wit hussein & thugs
That’s your brain on drugs
I bring the pain wit slugs
Don’t get slain then plug
You’ll get popped off
Block wit hot shots, and dropped off
I spot y’all, when i popped mines off
It’s them outlaws in three 6, y’all can’t do shit with
That slick shit, sheisty, nasty, new brick, mix shit
I’m tellin’ you, you my man, i’m holdin’ back from shellin’ you
Screw my plans
And i’mma be pourin’ out liquor, smokin’ an l for you
"shuttle control, shuttle control…"
Oh No (Letra)
Frank zappa (lead guitar)
Ian underwood (alto saxophone)
Bunk gardner (tenor saxophone)
Motorhead sherwood (baritone saxophone, snorks)
Buzz gardner (trumpet, flugel horn)
Roy estrada (bass)
Jimmy carl black (drums)
Arthur tripp (drums)
Don preston (piano, organ, electronic effects)
Don "sugar cane" harris (electric violin)
Lowell george (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray collins (vocals)
Oh no
I don’t believe it
You say that you think you know
The meaning of love
You say love is all we need
You say
With your love you can change
All of the fools
All of the hate
I think you’re probably
Out to lunch
Oh no
I don’t believe it
You say that you think you know
The meaning of love
Do you really think it can be told?
You say that you really know
I think
You should check it again
How can you say
What you believe
Will be the key to a
World of love?
All your love –
Will it save me?
All your love –
Will it save the world
From what we can’t understand
Oh no
I don’t believe it
Oh No (Letra)
Frank zappa (lead guitar)
Ian underwood (alto saxophone)
Bunk gardner (tenor saxophone)
Motorhead sherwood (baritone saxophone, snorks)
Buzz gardner (trumpet, flugel horn)
Roy estrada (bass)
Jimmy carl black (drums)
Arthur tripp (drums)
Don preston (piano, organ, electronic effects)
Don "sugar cane" harris (electric violin)
Lowell george (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray collins (vocals)
Oh no
I don’t believe it
You say that you think you know
The meaning of love
You say love is all we need
You say
With your love you can change
All of the fools
All of the hate
I think you’re probably
Out to lunch
Oh no
I don’t believe it
You say that you think you know
The meaning of love
Do you really think it can be told?
You say that you really know
I think
You should check it again
How can you say
What you believe
Will be the key to a
World of love?
All your love –
Will it save me?
All your love –
Will it save the world
From what we can’t understand
Oh no
I don’t believe it
Daz:
Oh no! murder, murder, murder…
Busting at these niggaz who claim to be hard
Murder, murder, murder…
Come and blast dat nigga daz and act rude
Coming through, murdering fools who claim to be hard
Pulling your motherfucker’s cords
Me, we’re going back for you to say that
Prepare for battle, load the narrator with pay back
Knowing where you motherfuckers rest and hang at
I’m in long beach, where the gangbangers hang at
Don’t want more static, or panic, we’re packing gats
And asking for shit, nigga, ‘cause we’re blasting
See, we’re the gang, kicking just to maintain
Bang on niggaz for a living, busting upon the selling corners
We on ‘em just for twelve figures
Money, dope, cars and bitches, to getting richer
Chorus (2x):
Oh no, niggaz just wanna get killed tonight
Tripping on you, the way i feel tonight
Niggaz better pack you guns
J-money:
Glocks are popping off like turbo
Step into my circle, my word is out to serve yo shit
Money busters lyrically in motion
About to whip a (???), the east side coast and
I’m the one they love to hate with a passion
I packs a blue steel, filled with skilled raps, blast it
Mc’s get dealt with, my microphone’s my third partner
Heat seeking like a missile when i drop ya
Style is proper, my execution-style of rapping
I’m packing a rap while you say "why, what’s happening?"
My mind is going deep, like money mister, doing all
You couldn’t see me with a crystal ball, y’all
It’s critical, i’m thinking of a masterplan
Come out with your shit man, i’m broke, feeling critical conditions
Listen, money on a dirt mission
Creeping to the night, beating tight, armageddon
Chorus (2x)
Daz:
Watch out, here i come
Battling motherfuckers till the break of dawn
Homeboy, ring the alarm
It’s d-a to the z, dropping the formula
And every nigga that i know in californ-i-a
Dat nigga daz will come out and play
Busting on niggaz with an ak
So any given day you want some
Come and get some, you don’t want none
Why do we bang?
Why do we bang for a living? we just don’t know
Now it’s time to serve y’all bitches ass niggaz on an open platter
Yeah, haha
Fool, what nigga, you know that got your ass laying down?
Tray deee:
You see, i take the ultimatum, disregard the outcome
I’m hard to outrun, and won’t be outdone
I hate fake take away motherfuckers
I come up from the slums and i run, motherfuckers
No other than the gang, it’s the slang and prosper
And bang us mobsters, while claming oscars
While most niggaz froze, they control their coast
They be home and broke, ‘cause they’ve been known to choke
Like malone, be gone when the playoffs come
But i’ma stay off one, liable to spray off some
Ammunition, i handle missions one on one
Niggaz, come on, come and get their (???) done
I’m the cannibal, the hannibal lector of rap
A nigga steps up wack, and gets a setup-tax
We’re the gang, and we’re mashing, blast to maintain
We’re the kings in the game, and things ain’t to change
Chorus (2x)
Oh no…
Oh no (Letra)
I think I love you
I think I love you
I think I love you
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh oh no
I think I want you
I think I want you
I think I want you
Oh no, oh no, oh oh
No, oh oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no
I think I’ll wreck you
I think I’ll wreck you
I think I’ll break you in two
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh oh no
Oh no, oh no
I think I’ll eat you
I think I’ll eat you
I think I’ll eat you alive
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh oh no
Oh no, oh no …
Oh No! (Letra)
I sat on the porch
Listened to the rain
Smoked a cigarette
And counted to ten
Oh no, here it comes again
That funny feeling
Oh no, here it comes again
That funny feeling
One was not serious
And one was confused
One was just vicious
And one was like you
I sat on the porch
Listened to the rain
Smoked another cigarette
And counted to ten
Here it comes again
Oh No (Letra)
I want you to want me
I’m goin’ crazy knowin’ he will be your lover tonight
And when he come i’ll let you go
I’ll just pretend that you walked out the door
Oh no …
I can’t sleep
Oh no …
I’m goin’ crazy with love, over you
I need you to need me
I wanna hold ya but you’re holdin’ someone else in
Your arms
When i close my eyes, i see your face
I’m just not sure how much my heart can break
Oh no …
I can’t think
Oh no …
I’m goin’ crazy with love over you
Oh honey ….
Oh sugar ….
Oh no .. i can’t sleep anymore baby
Oh no .. i can’t think anymore baby
Oh no .. i’m goin’ crazy with love over you